A few weeks ago my friend Vanessa invited my family to her house for dinner. She and her husband cooked the most delicious meal -- not to mention presented a perfect starter plate (prosciutto-wrapped bocconcini and halved fresh figs) that I've already stolen and passed off as mine in my own house. Twice. But the real highlight of the evening was watching my kids (and four others) devour her creamy-tomatoey baked chicken before they headed to the basement for a
The Six-Kid Crowdpleaser
The Six-Kid Crowdpleaser
The Six-Kid Crowdpleaser
A few weeks ago my friend Vanessa invited my family to her house for dinner. She and her husband cooked the most delicious meal -- not to mention presented a perfect starter plate (prosciutto-wrapped bocconcini and halved fresh figs) that I've already stolen and passed off as mine in my own house. Twice. But the real highlight of the evening was watching my kids (and four others) devour her creamy-tomatoey baked chicken before they headed to the basement for a